I am in my bed And I think in this magnificent day with has Just ended When I think that You are not anymore in my sides I need your presence In my heart
Couplet : Je crois rever tous les jours Je voudrais que ce bonheur dure toujours Meme si la fin est proche Meme si tous les reproches Me pousse a choisir
grade like junior high I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' give props to my ho cause she all fly But I can take the heat cause I'm the other white
’yeah, I really, um, I really, I really wanted to kind of like, to capture some kind of like moment, but maybe it’s better if I’m sober...’ Wake up in
got my mind But tonight the sweet Devil, the sweet Devil's got my soul Baby's got my heart and my baby's got my mind But tonight the sweet Devil, the sweet Devil
some shells Hit the ground with the quickness lay better stay down on the dark side Take a look and you'll find true niggas like no other kind Nigga say
First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness I kill
can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I wont back down Oh no I wont back down Oh no Cadillacs, Coupe Devilles
time Too afraid, I'm much too upsung I'm just walkin' alone You know I'm just walkin' I'm just shoutin' at the devil, at the devil An' my kind of love
carry, legendary Sagittarius, style's wary And it's very necessary, get it clearly Never scary, barely worried, bright and early Bald head, straight or curly, mundane other
' there bein' dissed and broke and troubled My mistake is I kept sayin', "That was proof God didn't exist" And you told me, "Nah, it was proof that the devil
i think i got a grandson my passion is money, a stash and a honey that won't ask questions but will blast anybody thats my kind of girl, kinda of
long i think i got a grandson my passion is money, a stash and a honey that won't ask questions but will blast anybody thats my kind of girl, kinda of
like a roach, can I make it last? Like a quick half ounce, another thing from the past You're the kind of motherfucker talking shit bitch I'm the kind
, no reason, no rhyme Schizophrenia is hard to define Life's a mountain for you, I'm ready to climb Become the sun for you I shine Much more than all your other
BE NO NEED FOR WAR BUT WE CAN'T IGNORE THE DEVIL HE'LL KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE SOME SEE THIS IN BLACK AND WHITE OTHERS ONLY GRAY WE'RE NOT BEGGING
crew, what you gonna do when I pop at you, glock at youa?¦ Fill em with the venoma?¦ Who the fuck are you talking to? Betray me? you crazy! The kind
been nice to you rapper cats for a long time I left Kansas City so them other cats can gon' shine But it seems these punks are confused because I'm my own kind
